MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 116: The final piece - mimic...

Rose tossed and turned fitfully in her luxurious silk sheets. Sleep continued to elude her as thoughts swirled relentlessly. She already knew they were losing the battle to exonerate Blake. Carlos's testimony being obliterated was the deathblow.

She sat up in bed, running manicured nails through her tousled hair as resignation settled in her gut. All her careful orchestrations, all the chess moves and contingencies she had put in place - it was all rapidly unraveling.

Throwing on a sheer robe, Rose padded over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Staring out at the inky blackness, she released a slow breath, painfully accepting the loss of control she so loathed.

Already the hazy outlines of a new strategy were starting to take fuzzy shape in her cunning mind. It would require a big sacrifice on her part...but if it secured her ultimate desires in this twisted gambit, wouldn't it be worth it?

As the first milky tendrils of dawn began bleeding onto the horizon, Rose had made her decision. She knew already that the battle was lost. She could not bring herself to prepare for the court date because in her mind, she was no fool and knew there was more than likely no positives coming from that.

Except, there was one last thing she could do. One last option left for Blake. One last decision she would have to make. And she had made it already. She would pay Damien a visit to discuss revised terms before the final act played out. Her cold determination was tinged with the barest flicker of trepidation over just how far she may have to go.

The flight to Ancroft was quite the long journey and even longer as Rose had to keep up with the internet and most news station ablaze over the final sentence of a certain "crazed CEO lover" sentence to life imprisonment for attempted murder.

As the jet soared through the night sky, Rose sat in silence, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. With each passing moment, the distance between her and Ancroft seemed to stretch on endlessly, amplifying her sense of isolation.

Despite her best efforts to focus on the task at hand, Rose found herself unable to escape the relentless onslaught of news updates and social media posts. The headlines blared out the final sentence of a certain "crazed CEO lover," each word a dagger to her heart. She clenched her jaw, the knot tightening in her stomach as she forced herself to look away from the screen.

The images of Blake being escorted out of court flashed across her mind. She swallowed back the lump rising in her throat, fighting to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. She felt a pang of guilt for not being there to console him in his darkest hour.

Yet, even as the thought crossed her mind, Rose couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that her absence might be the only thing keeping Blake from further condemnation. It was a bitter realization, one that filled her with a sense of helplessness and regret.

During the entire pulsing drive toward the secluded hilltop estate of Damien, Rose's mind raced with bitter calculations and determination. She knew he was likely her last, most desperate gambit.

After exhausting every other possibility, every hidden societal leverage and veiled threat in her repertoire, Damien's influence remained the sole option still promising even the barest glimmer of reclaiming Blake's freedom.

Rose's full burgundy lips twisted in naked revulsion at the mere notion of debasing herself before that depraved egomaniac once again. Damien represented the most condescending, rapacious underbelly of their depraved underworld aristocracy - each silken word and aristocratic flourish masking a deeper wellspring of venom and nihilistic cruelty.

Yet for Blake's sake...she would endure having to prostrate her pride and autonomy before Damien if that's what was ultimately required to extricate him.

By the time her car had threaded through the winding cliffside roads to the imposing wrought-iron gates, Rose's delicate features had been rendered into an exquisite porcelain mask of cold determination. Coiled tighter than a cobra's deadly recoil, the raven-tressed beauty exited and strode up the driveway flanked by with slow, predatory grace.

Damien emitted an exasperated sigh, his impatience palpable as he called out to Mimic, his loyal aide. "Mimic, come forth."

Mimic materialized by Damien's side with eerie swiftness, her gaze pierced through Rose like a dagger, filled with suspicion and accusation, as if Rose had stolen her puppy.

Rose however proceeded to not even give her the time of the day, completely focused on the main subject at hand.

"Speak, Damien. How do you plan to deliver Blake's freedom?" Rose demanded, her voice unwavering despite the tension thickening the air.

Damien's smile widened as he turned to Rose. "Do you know why my right hand is called Mimic?" His tone was almost playful, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rose met his gaze evenly, knowing full well the extent of Mimic's abilities. "Yes, I'm well aware," she replied calmly.

Damien's smile only grew. "Remarkable, isn't it? Mimic possesses the extraordinary ability to copy, to transform into any organic sentient being she lays her eyes on." He paused, savoring the moment before continuing. "But her powers go even deeper. She can mimic her target down to the subatomic level, becoming an absolute exact copy of them. DNA, fingerprints, you imagine it and it is reality!"

As Damien spoke, Mimic remained stoic, her expression unreadable as she stood by his side.

Rose however could barely hold herself from straight up ripping mimic's throat. This was the very person that lit the flame that has now turned her world into a living hell. But for the sake of Blake, she had to keep her composure. Damien was onto something and she would see it to the finish.

"You give the word, and I give you my word," Damien continued, his voice carrying a note of confidence. "She will be there, and she will make things right."

Rose's gaze held a hint of steel as she responded, her words carrying weight. "He is being transferred to the state correctional facility in three days."

"Very well then," Damien replied smoothly, turning to face Mimic. He cupped her pale face in his hands, staring into her eyes. Mimic reciprocated the look. In her eyes were admiration, loyalty and absolute, untainted love for her master.

Damien himself could see it which was why when he began, there was no iota of doubt in his mind that his words wouldn't be done.

"My sweet Mimic. You have served me diligently for centuries. Now is the time to prove your actual worth to me, your lord. What do you say?"

All of a sudden, realization dawned on Mimic, her expression shifted from confusion to absolute terror.

With a twisted grin, Damien replied, "We will get him out. The same way we got him in."